Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1887-01-08
WHY HE TOOK HIM.

WHY HE TOOK HIM.
THURSDAY, June l, 16@.-
never did fancy the idea Of staying in the
city until driven out by heat. am going to
Lake Superior next week. For June is the
most delightful month in the year to spend in
the country, SO why wait until August, and
exchange q month of pleasure for mere COM
fort? I prefer being sensible to being fashion
able, and so go north by Tuesday.
Roy goes with me It seems strange I
should pick up a boy I have not known three
months, and take him of as my companion
for the summer. But then, if we are salts
| fed, I do not know as it concerns any one else;
he was delighted with the idea, and his father
gave consent so we go. Roy is q little
black eyed, black haired school boy I met
here in Schenectady soon after, in my Bohe-
miam wandering, I settled down in the place.
| A new fancy has taken me away now, and it
takes Roy with me.
THURSDAY, June 8.
To-day we reached our camping ground,
| Roy and l. We left the train at the lazy lit
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old horse and spring wagon to bring us and
our traps down to the Lake. Our camp is in a
beautiful place. The cool pine forest extends
have chosen to pitch our tent upon, slopes
gently down to the water. Half a mile
further on the banks are high ant steep, and
the pine trees are growing on top Of the
bluff full fifty feet from the waves. To-mor-
-@s, r:-lA r .l>.1I %.1~o 49, 1ooo< o,I r;Jn o,,<
for a moonlight view of those sentinels.
I find a boy can be of considerable use, Roy
especially. In fact, I fear he did more work
to-day than I, peace to his tired limbs!
We reached the lake about noon, and, after
eating q lunch, set out to look for a location.
I should have chosen the bluffs, but Roy ar
gued me into stopping here within easy reach
Of the water. Before we leave, however, l
intend to LAY my own way about it, and go
up and Town those bluffs o. a rope ladder.
After lunch we put up our tent, and Roy car
ried rocks and built u fireplace, while I hav-
ing just resurrected "Consolation" from the
bottom Of my trunl) sat under a pine tree and
smoked. After the tent was up, and a small
flag stuck on top by the boy, and our goods
stored away, we took q stroll around the
place and down to tho water. While in
Chickar l ordered a boat to be sent around
tomorrow. 1t is late, and I will stop.
FRIDAY, June 9.
The boat came to-day, and the man who
zane with it brought us some bread and u
mail. The boat had no name, and las l have
found I shall he compelled to do in every
rhing) I consulted the boy as to the one we
should give it.
"Don't men sometimes name boats after
wolnen!' he asked, in reply to my inquiry.
eyes," I said, wondering what he was
driving at.
"Then l say, name it Daisy Dalrymple."'
Daisy is a young girl friend of his. l met
her while in Schenectady. She is a fairly
good looking girl, about II years old, has a
good form, red lips and cheeks, smooth fore
head, well shaped nose Il always look at the
nose), and deep, girlish brown eyes and
brown hair. Besides this, she wears u jaunty
little hat that becomes her. l probably
would not have noticed this last if she had
not exchanged with another girl one day,
and I wondered that I had bestowed a second
glance upon a girl with no more taste,
although why I should have given it a pass
ing thought I don't know. The two vent to
school together and were great friends-Roy
and her, l mean. I like to watch these boy
and girl friendships, they are so free from
suspicion and full of happiness. Let them
enjoy themselves. After a year or so they will
have enough Of scheming and deceit. Let
life have some of honest love for them.
But In straying from the boat. Of course
I vetoed such a name. Not that I really OBJ
ject to it very much as a name, but how
would it sound if that boy should write home
las he would be sure to do) and tell his father
that the boat we sailed in every day had been
christened Daisy" after Daisy Dalrymple.
Besides, come to him Of it, I don't want to
name a boat after her.
TUESDAY, June 10.
The youngster has been swinging in his
hammock between the two pines he chose as
his own when we first pitched our tent here,
and now that he has dropped off into sleep, /
have lighted "Consolation" anew and will
write up the day. There isn't much worth
chronicling. We botanized until evening,
and then after supper vent down to the
shore and pushed out the "Kelpie" for a float
on the lake. It was the first ride we have
taken together in the evening, except when
fishing. But tonight We went out for pleas |
ure, and SO, after having rowed some distance
from land, we leaned back and let the boat |
rock OH the waves while we enjoyed the twi-
light. There is moro in that boy than I
thought. In fact, I am beginning to be-
lieve. that down deep in every boy there is
hidden what we rarely consider him capable
of possessing. Anyhow, Roy enjoyed that
twilight on the lake more genuinely than any
grown person of my acquaintance would.
The moon rose while we were out, and, actu-
ally, as we rocked in the great, broad stream
of light which fell upon the waves, that boy
spoke of it as the golden 4 cannot say for
certain whether it was golden or silver road
up to heaven, and suggested the idea Of how
beautiful it would be if the gates of heaven
were really open out there at the horizon, and
that flood of light flowing out of them, and
we rowing up the road to the eternal gates
Now, I never would have thought of that!
Why is it, Has his religious education been
much better than mine! Hardly. 1t must
be that I have lived a worldly life so long
these things have dropped out. But when l
asked him if he was ready to row across and
cut into the infinite beyond, his boyish nature
asserted itself over the spiritual, and lie shook
bis head.
mo; not until our vacation is over" Alas!
school is not paradise to boys!
The twilight Inc the moonlight made us
and, while resting out there, l
told him my story of Francesca. Not as hav-
ing any connection with myself, though! l
too much desire to keep his respect to
place myself before bis eyes in the light Of q
man. So I told him of my trust
and her deceit as if it had been the story of
:on1e third party I had met in my wander
ngs. But I can't help feeling that those
ooyish eyes changed during the story, and
if not fully confident he has a nrettv
good idea Of who the hero was. l must take
tomorrow to relieve him of any such
IDEAS. o, yes, one more item.
When I had finished I looked at him, lying
oack in the stern of the boat, and asked:
"Well, what do you think of here" and that
said: